Wolf Touching Mirror Novels & Stories

Fractured Visions Unknown POV The glass rippled like water beneath his fingertips, though it was not water—it was something older, darker, carried forward from centuries when wolves still believed their souls could be caged in reflections. The Mirror hummed faintly, alive, pulsing with each heartbeat of the woman bound to it. “Witch,” he said, his voice low and measured, the tone of an Alpha who never raised his voice but still expected obedience. “The Crescent Alpha was stronger than you predicted. He finally broke free of the mirror’s hold.”

Stumbling through the entrance in a wobbly state, warped her surroundings once more and teleported her into her home, where she found a large wolf waiting. Ears perked up at her arrival and its gaze flicked to her as she fell over in surprise. The wolf was large, with glossy fur as black as the cosmos, a long, fluffy tail that swished to a steady rhythm, and eyes like glittering gold. It approached her lightly. Using its nose, it nudged her hand up to say she could touch. She hesitated, slightly recoiling in fear. The wolf closed its eyes in understanding and nuzzled her hand in encouragement. The softness of its fur soothed her instantly and it leaned into her touch before shifting into its

But this one; twice my size, with ferocious eyes and fangs the size of my forefinger; looks like the exception. It strikes again, but I sidestep the attack lightly. We face each other again, this time, moving in a circle. I search in my mind for clues, for notes I took down during father's boring "Way of The Wolf" lectures. When confronted by a wolf, avert your eyes, bow if you can. Well, it's way too late, I guess. And I'm definitely not bowing to this rabid beast.

He was running from a swarm of rabid demon wolves with blazing eyes. “Ben!” Beta Leo called out in panic. He rushed to the mirror, tilting it to see what was behind it, but only found the wall. How was this possible? He wondered. His eyes returned to the movie-like display through the mirror. ©COPYRIGHTED 2025/T. MURPHY. 202MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

"I didn't do that, Whadh." "I know you didn't, Aloph. Something isn't just right here." As my wolf and I stared straight at it, the mirror that suddenly seemed empty, began to bubble like it's been liquefied before our eyes. With slackjawed, we both watched it birthing something. The force of whatever it was struggling to tear their way out of there, didn't sit well with me, and I'm sure Aloph as well. So we both recoiled. Taking brave steps further back as some liquid began to flow off of the mirror.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Looking around he was grateful the Omegas had kept up their cleaning schedule despite his erratic behavior. "Is this your room Cole?" She spoke quietly as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked around. She liked this room. It reminded her of him. In fact, she loved this room. A leather chair in the corner, a bronze sculpture of a wolf on the dresser, and a portrait of a chocolate brown wolf on the wall. She stared at it. It looked familiar some how. And then it dawned on her. It looked exactly like the wolf in her dreams. It even had green eyes. It had Cole's eyes!

Kleanor looked at me “what were we going to do?” “I do know as well. It's like we are fighting the mirror. What kind of power is this? because wolves have this kind of power but it is only a mirror, just a mirror. There is no fire in it. It's like it was made by witchcraft. How can we supposed to defeated the enemy if we don't know what is his true form and we can even touch him or hit him with our power”

he points to a mirror against the wall. My wolf walks up to the mirror and sits down, looking at herself. It’s a shock seeing myself as a wolf, but I have to admit – she is beautiful. The overhead light flashes on, bathing the room in harsh, white light. If I turn just right, my black coat shimmers silver, like my wolf's eyes.

Wait a minute, these were not nails, but claws. I was...transforming. The pain continued, and I gripped my head swearing at it to stop. After what seemed like forever, it was over. I opened my eyes, and was face to face with a mirror. In the mirror, there was a large, white wolf with golden streaks on its fur. I held my breath, this should be the most majestic wolf I had seen in a long time. The wolf seemed calm , and I raised my hands to touch its reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly it raised it right, hind leg too.